The felinid prisioner was tall, just about 6' 8", had grey and white fur, and was very young. Roughly the age that one would expect to see in a corporal or petty officer 3rd. While he was young, he was not inexperienced. The odd scar indicated that he had been in combat at least a hand full of times. However, there was a huge difference in combat experience and interrogation experience. To the senses of the caitian, the young male was anxious. Possibly nervous about what kind of interrogation would be coming. Or was it something else.... While he most definately saw the human, no matter how cold and mean she made herself to look, as nothing but a prey species- aka food. However, his inexperience and youth could be turned against him, as could the absence of complete confidence. He could be shaken, and in turn, pressed for information.
Tr'Lawsh followed behind, calmly walking in and sitting at the table.
Her eyes repeatedly flicked to Daphne, as though Daphne were some sort of
dangerous animal that she could not trust for a moment. "Good
morrrning," said Tr'Lawsh. "I am Captain Tr'Lawsh of Clan Hrr'Ashal of
the Caitian Planetarrry Defense Forrrce. This is Commanderrr Arrress of
Starrrrfleet." Her eyes flicked to Daphne again, giving that impression
that even naming Daphne might set her off. "What is yourrr name?"
He eyed the human, returning the harsh gaze. Turning to the Caitain, he answered, [I am Horrrtha.]. His answer being roughly translated by the UT.
"Horrrtha. Of the namelessss clan. Well, no matterrr. They would be ssshamed by your capturrre anyway." Her hands folded on the table, although she glanced at Daphne with slight nervousness, as though wondering if the human would not appreciate this very felinid banter, and if not, whether she would tolerate it. "Horrrtha, we arrre going to asssk you sssome quessstionss. It isss in yourrr bessst interrressstss to anssswerrrr them, and anssswerr trrruthfully." Her eyes flickered to Daphne again, not afraid of her, but concerned that she would fly off the handle any minute.
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